He reachedup, pulling the wing door back down behind him, the excitement of thecrowd reducing to a dim murmur behind him."Oh!" Sam gasped, bringing a...hand to his chest as the young man helpedhimself to the passenger side of the car, slipping into the low-setleather seat beside him. "What are you doing?" Sam quickly demanded inhis feminine French accented voice."I cannot let you go, my angel. We were meant to meet like this, I amsure of it!" Sam watched as he absently rubbed at a silver. " Well, after finals you COULD move in with me." Is that a proposition?" It was the first three times I suggested it, too. Rita gets upset when she can't curl up between us at night." Your DOG just wants another set of hands to rub her belly." Well, that too." Let's get back to the present, babe. You left me last night, a Saturday night going into Sunday morning when you know, full well, that you have gotten me into your An Orgasm or Three Every Sunday Morning' habit. Now, here it is, Sunday. One particular incident happened where I got to be close to her physically. As I said, she didn’t have much of a figure but in the past 2 years, I started noticing that her hips got big. She was slim and beautiful and now she got a protruding and inviting ass that could give anyone instant arousal. It was like that of a Bollywood actress. And god, it looks good in her saree.Coming to the incident, I had come home during the pandemic. The classes started online and my nephew’s admission was. I probably skipped over some, but I was grieving for myself and grieving for the future, or my lack thereof, so maybe the rules are a bit different.I had, I realized, already been in denial. I got angry for a few moments, at Carl, at Ronnie, at myself, at God, even at the guys who built the building. It passed.I was set to try bargaining with Carl, but one look at his face and I knew it would be a waste of time. I'd tried to lie to him already, and I had nothing with which to bargain. I decided.